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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Z3 e8 A6 A; }# A& S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- |* f, H5 f, U% \/ w. W: ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! Z: w* b$ W3 h4 K9 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 |' ^' `) a( p: ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, D& T; l/ m k# W; N$ J) E, AHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 i b; ^, r! M) X) Z% J: U4 aHow you tried to set them free, w. e3 i, S8 X+ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 q7 U- H' Y8 c2 a4 O9 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ P' I5 Y0 E7 { VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 V3 O! Q7 A. I/ @- E$ j; |) }$ X! R4 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& R) Z6 u; z- AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 x+ ~' B2 H8 \$ G8 Y cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . F3 L7 |* p& O% ?; p7 c+ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ~; Y0 a4 o8 f& C# e: nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) P0 h n7 ^4 u6 @! O) SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% m( V E: N7 g; |+ L# o, jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% D/ P% w2 _! t. ]4 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
X6 n' {" v+ f& m* P. B4 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; d; b. O' i+ ~- B8 o5 d5 P# x9 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ]- q3 L& c$ j: q, j
How you suffered for you sanity,
' H, y$ H, i$ o6 YHow you tried to set them free,
* v k9 G. x* B6 Y! E- I/ }They would not listen they're not listening still, ( [# n# l% H0 N6 Y7 n. d+ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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